[i]'White Scar'.[/i]

Nergüi simply let a sigh escape his lips as he took one of the hallucinogenic grenades, his helms HUD scanning over it as thoroughly as possible and recording everything it could about the weapon for later analysis; it was not every day that one got to hold a weapon which was technically banned in the Imperium since the Horus Heresy.

[i]"I fully trust your judgement."[/i] Now [b]that[/b] was odd.

Mere moments later and something or someone was moving elsewhere, the Sister clearly having picked it up, the Astartes not even needing his helmet to pick up the scuffle.

[color=00aeef]"White Scar, follow me, we are going to go investigate the source of that sound. I want the rest of you to stay here and make sure nothing else happens."[/color]

Shifting his bolter into a firing position, pressed to his shoulder and prepared to fire at any moment, Nergüi strode carefully after the smaller figure - his glinting lenses like two pinpricks in the darkness of the tunnels, like some spirit from ancient mythology even - the breathing of someone who had recently been in combat sounding like drums in his ears.

[color=00aeef]"Stand down immediately and report soldier, who are you, how did you end up down here?"[/color]

Though she motioned for the Marine to raise his weapon it had never even left his shoulder, now he simply glared down at the rather odd-looking individual, his helmet unable to pull any other expression except that of 'very annoyed/angry' anyway.